We seem to have the makings of a good sitcom plot happening in our home tonight. We’re 37 weeks, 3 days pregnant and we have 27 cases of bamboo flooring, 160 linear feet of freshly painted (thanks to R) quarter rounding, and 5 rolls of floor padding taking up residence in our dining room.
Exhibit A – the semi-hostile takeover of our dining room:
Fortunately, we did have the decent sense to hire a contractor to install the floors, and he’ll be here at 8am tomorrow to begin the two-day project. They will shuffle all of our furniture about as they lay the floors, but we were responsible for moving all of our books and personal effects from the ground floor (read: R moved all of our books and personal effects while I took a two-hour evening nap). Thus, our generally clean and well-organized house is in a temporary state of total upheaval. This, as it turns out, gets on both of our “nesting” nerves. We want nothing more than to barrel through this project and have our perfect little space (albeit with new shiny floors) back in proper working order ASAP!
Exhibits B and C – R looking skeptical amidst our many, many books:
To make the week even more exciting, winter has finally arrived in the midwest. After what can only be described as a lackluster December in the snow department, Mother Nature dumped our first real snowstorm in our town starting January 1. As I had to return to work on the 2nd, R was kind enough to wake up at 6am to shovel the car out of the driveway (and shovel the walk, scrape the car, and salt everything…she’s quite good to me). All of that work was (somewhat) for naught, though, as the City plows hadn’t made their way to my campus. Try as I might, I just couldn’t get enough traction in our little Saab hatchback to make it up the hilly terrain to faculty parking. I turned around, drove slowly home, and tacked an extra morning onto my winter holiday.
Exhibit D – my incredibly adorable, sleep-deprived, frost-bitten wife:
In baby news, we had our 37 week appointment with our fabulous midwife, C, today. It’s really fun to get to meet with her every week. She agrees that Rabbit is dropping, though that could put labor anywhere from 1 day to 4.5 weeks away. As she said today, “If I had the crystal ball for predicting labor, I’d be the most sought after midwife out there!” Her professional guesstimate is that he’s somewhere between 6.5 and 7 lbs. Both she and R think that he’ll be 8.5 lbs. at birth. I can certainly handle that, though the 10 pound guess of our nurse practitioner just seems cruel! R was quite surprised at the fact that our midwife didn’t rule out the chance that Rabbit could come early (“you could have this baby tomorrow”), though there’s a very good chance that he’ll stay put for weeks to come. Still, I think that R is pretty freaked out by the mere possibility that he’ll come before the floors are done/before she even has one class meeting with her new students. Mostly I find her surprised-worry amusing, but I really don’t think he’ll make his appearance until at least a week from now. God knows, though, that I could be super-wrong!
I think that’s all the news that’s fit to print tonight. We’ll continue to keep you updated on our progress! Thanks for all of your kind words and generous guesses of short labor times! You’re a wonderful community of friends…